Luyện nghe bài hát This How We Eat

Definition, gangsta, hustla, you
We money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention,
Uhh, yeah, on
Uhh, uhh, some room
Dogg House, you
Short Dog peep game, on

I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for
Puff the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's money, never been a scrub

Whattchu know about sellin'
But the only thing you for now is droppin' the soap
Goldie Loc, Deee, Too Short, no doubt
'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga

These know, what's up, niggaz been havin' game
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya my name
Bitch, if ya still could, do the same

Made albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and a hoe
It's so easy, if ya how to get it
You'll never be broke-ass nigga

We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got
We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat
We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got
We eatin' steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

Fuck a suit, I'm out to where we juice
Push the coupe and spend endless loot
game from the brain or the stainless steel
Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we the field

With the heat out, jack the whole with G-clout
perimeters for niggaz to keep out
You ain't got to ask what the fuck are we 'bout
Whatever, get the than an nigga can ease out

I used to be to jump from the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my
What I by that, I was hit by some hotties

Call somebody, I'm in this motherfucker bloody
It wasn't of my shoes, clothes or money
I was at the place at the wrong time
Paramedics don't know, I was a of the crime

Just keep that money, mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah, is how we eat

We got, top-notch hoes, fools got crack-hoes
We eatin' sirloin steak, fools eat Cheerios

Don't be trick, you know these hoes so
Do yo' and get rich
And get wise, enterprise with the ya got
You could slang some rocks, but change ya spot

Ask anybody, I stay
Most niggaz pussy, tryna get laid
Stayin' soft with a hoe getchu by a hoe
I break a bitch down I'm off with the dough

I'm so hungry, I wait to eat
I ride brand new shit the street
Life is a game of chess who plays the
Is the one that's laid to rest

I know, you wanna eat good, it hard
To be a ghetto superstar
Focus is the key, if ya it, it could be
If ya know where ya goin' the moment you could see
game

We got top-notch hoes, y'all got crack-hoes
We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat
We got top-notch hoes, y'all got crack-hoes
We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Catch me headed out Impala Drive
And when see balkin' and be talkin' 'bout [Incomprehensible]
Too Short, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It's on and poppin' now, but we want this big

Wanted a and a Lotus
Whatever feels, sprayin' on the roaches
I mean the whole scene was kinda hopeless
home to it, then we flipped the notice

Now, we big crib livin', Rockland and
hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin'
And just the beginnin'
'Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' winnin'

Big Tigger, Too Short, drops it so
lets us go get us a team of flat screens
Three cars, three and three bikes
When I drop hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics

Y'all niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, better stop chasin' the cat
And chase that money, well, you know
The cat got money this how we eat
go, oh boy